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And worse, he knew it. He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I’ll take it, you know who I am?” Valeria nearly choked on her own spit “Yes, yes!” She hurriedly spoke out. “I mean, of course I do.” He laughed again, and Valeria joined him shortly then cleared her throat, her cheeks burning. “Sorry… I just meant, yes, you’re Damien Lockwood.” Internally, she was screaming. How could she not know him? Damien Lockwood was on every headline, every blog, every scandal. He was a Billionaire, Philanthropist, a Rumored criminal. And of course, the most shameless womanizer in the city.

Then more carefully. Reading between lines. Looking for what wasn’t being said as much as what was. And then… I stopped. One name held my attention. Valeria Draven. I leaned in slightly, reading through her profile. Specialized in securing non-restrictive luxury contracts… clients retain full creative freedom while operating within top-tier fashion houses. That was enough. More than enough. No restrictions. No quiet control. No contracts that looked good on paper but took everything underneath. Just space to grow.

She kept licking me gently through the aftershocks, then stood up, lips shiny with my juices. She reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a thick, realistic strap on, bigger than the one me and Lila shared. “Just like I promised last time,” she said with a wicked smile, stepping into the harness and tightening it around her hips. The thick dildo jutted out obscenely. “I told you I’d bring a strap on next time.” I licked my lips, eyes dark with lust. Valentina grabbed me by the thighs and pulled me to the very edge of the desk. She rubbed the thick head of the strap on up and down my soaked slit, teasing me.

“I know that. But I love your father too much to cheat on him. I could have easily gone out of this house, gotten a callboy, anyone to fuck my aching pussy whenever I wanted. But…” I paused. My eyes dimmed with pity. “I won't bring an outsider into this house, Val. I wouldn't dare. But you... you’re a De-Lore. You have his blood. And you have something he doesn't." I reached my hand down, digging it inside my cunt. Then I brought it out, wet and slick, fully coated in clear fluid. "Do you see? See how wet I am? I’m starved, Valentina. I’m dying for a real touch.”

"With a pack member named Melissa. She's pregnant with his child. His Beta knew. His Gamma knew. The elders knew. They all covered it up." Disappointment filled me. I had hoped as a father that Silas would be different and wouldn't follow in his mother's footsteps. But I should have known better. Like mother, like son. "And Morgana Did she know?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer. "She knew and she's also been having an affair for over eight years," Valentina said. "With Dominic Steele. Your head warrior. She knew about Silas and encouraged it, because she was doing the same. You and I have been cheated upon."

"You think she'll sleep with you?" "Eventually." Connor sounded confident. "She's vulnerable right now. Scared. Looking for someone strong to lean on. I just need to be patient." Valentina's blood boiled. The arrogance. The assumption that she was just another conquest. She recorded five more videos, each more damning than the last. Connor and Sierra discussing their plan in detail, their affair, their mutual hatred of Duke. Then she found the final video, dated three months ago. Before Connor even came back to Riverdale.

The night had only just begun, but one thing was certain—war was brewing, and Talana was more than ready to fight. In the far corner, alongside de Marco stood Valentina, the raven-haired, dressed in a blood-red silk dress that clung to her like a second skin. Valentina thrived on chaos, her lips curled as she whispered something into Drake’s ear. Whatever it was that she had said made de Marco chuckle darkly. Valentina’s emerald eyes flicked to Massimo, her gaze sliding over him, undressing him with her eyes. Then, with an exaggerated smirk, she turned her attention to Talana.

“Have a seat, Leilah.” Colby assisted me in the seat in front of this Blake guy while he took the seat beside him. There were folders on the table and Blake is drinking wine. “Leilah, this is my adoptive brother, Blake Valentino. Blake, this is my biological sister, Leilah Rivera.” Colby introduced us. Blake reached out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Rivera.” His voice is sultry and wispy. It sounded like sea waves crashing inside my ears.

Unscripted Ruin Intro; This is a brutal, Filthy BDSM Erotica. Nyx Valente thought she’d seen it all. As one of the industry’s most sought-after sex p**n star, she’d been bound, fucked and used. Every inch of her body claimed for the camera, but nothing could’ve prepared her for Zephyr Dain. He too is a p**n legend. A goddamn force of nature. A man who didn’t just dominate he destroyed. From the moment she stepped on set, the power shifted. It wasn’t an act. It wasn’t just a scene. It was real.

she pressed. Another humorless, dry laugh slipped out of me. I wasn’t sorry. Valentina was a gold digger through and through. Always inflating numbers at any chance. Her demands were endlessly ridiculous. I ended our agreement over a year ago when Hayes turned one, though she still had access to her child.